As I write this, I am staring blankly (and laughing hysterically to myself) at an empty suitcase with clothing choices strewn about around it, perfectly demonstrating the hilarious ping pong match of thoughts inside my head. While I'm a tried and true Virgo in my habitual nature of list making and structure, I am still very much a Hrudka in that I wait until the last minute; working best under pressure.
I have been dreaming up this trip for a few years, with no particular reason other than the individuals or establishments I kept finding myself fascinated by all had a common thread in their vicinity. So I decided that 'enough is enough' -- no one is going to do this thing for me. And with that, nashifornia was born.
In about 16 hours, I will embark on a ten day solo adventure with my camera in tow, starting in Nashville, and then to Palm Springs and up the delicious California coast, never having been to any of the places in my life thus far. Along the way I will be documenting incredible people and places that have resonated deeply with me from afar; some I've met in person, most I have not. I will attempt to hold the vulnerable space of two strangers, talking about what makes them tick all while sticking my lens in their lovely mugs. And quickly, with little to no effort, the notion of being strangers will be a distant memory, and in turn a portrait, story, and if I'm lucky enough, a friendship will be created that will clearly convey all of the unique things that the subject is doing for this world. And this is my hope : to broaden our scope, and to inspire you with those who've inspired me.
Along this trek I will be partnering up with Black Bull Travel, whose mission is nothing shy of authenticity and huge proponents of self discovery. I have been extremely impressed with what they have done in such a short amount of time, and am beyond blessed to collaborate with them during this "Eat, Pray, Capture", as some have lovingly and jokingly dubbed it. The crew at BB have kindly set me up with some amazing connections and places to visit. Between my long-time visions and their vast geographical knowledge, I am simply going to sit back, hit the shutter, and trust. Still a bit bemused that this is all actually transpiring, I am doing my very best to take the mixture of anxiety and optimism and sip very, very slowly, as to not miss a drop.
And if you don't hear from me for a while, send flares. They'll likely be seen from a yurt on the ocean, next to an organic garden, where I've decided to reside while picking up the mandolin. (Only half kidding, of course.)